Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.

True friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety.

Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.